They are going to ask you.
You will tell them
that you went to the movies alone;
that you dressed pretty just for yourself;
that you didn’t know me at all;
that I was the one who initiated;
that I did not have tickets;
that you only came to see the movie;
that I only came to see you;
that I seemed like a very pleasant boy;
that one thing led to another;
that we ended up in my car;
that we held a book of poetry together;
that the words that came out of my mouth
are the ones that led me to yours;
And they will ask you:
And how does he kiss?
And that only God knows.
Les dirás
que fuiste al cine sola;
que te vestiste guapa solo para ti;
que no me conocías de nada;
que yo fui el que empezó;
que yo no tenía tickets;
que tú solo viniste a ver la película;
que yo solo vine a verte a ti;
que yo parecía un chico muy majo;
que una cosa llevo a la otra;
que acabamos en mi coche;
que aguantamos un libro de poesía juntos;
que las palabras que salían de mi boca
son las que me llevaron a la tuya;
Y ellas te preguntarán:
¿Y qué tal besa?
Y eso solo sabe Dios.
This piece was submitted to the Avenue's Literary Corner. The section features poems, personal essays, short stories and other creative works from local writers.
Joaquin Cabrera is a journalism major at the University of Florida. He was born in Venezuela and raised in the Canary Islands, Spain. He defines himself as a poet, writer and reporter. His work focuses on romance and the experience of Gen Z in the present-day world.